I'm broke as hell, down in this holler Ain’t got a dime, ain’t got a dollar The coal’s run dry, the jobs are gone Just me and these blues from dusk ‘til dawn Oh, I got them poverty blues Ain’t no way to win, I'm bound to lose Livin’ on scraps, and worn-out shoes Singin’ these Appalachian poverty blues The roof’s a-leakin’, the wind blows cold Stories of hardship my granddad told Moonshine’s brewin’, it’s all we got To drown these troubles in a mason pot Oh, I got them poverty blues Ain’t no way to win, I'm bound to lose Livin’ on scraps, and worn-out shoes Singin’ these Appalachian poverty blues The mountains whisper, they call my name But the weight of wantin’ feels the same Dreams get buried ‘neath this dirt and stone In these hills, I'm poor and all alone Oh, I got them poverty blues Ain’t no way to win, I'm bound to lose Livin’ on scraps, and worn-out shoes Singin’ these Appalachian poverty blues